Wednesday, June 27, 2018

"Some losses never heal you just slowly learn to carry the burden and shed a tear every now and then for the one you lost."

by Tina Gayle

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Blurb -

Jennifer Larson, having lost her husband, friends and the perfect life she’d had plan, now faces the biggest challenge of her life, moving into an unplanned future. While the rest of the Executives Wives' Club is still wallowing in the past, Jen is tempted into the future by a sexy chiropractor, Hagan Chaney.

Sylvia Donovan is emotionally wounded from the unexpected death of her husband and still haunted by their last conversation: his request for a divorce and his confession of love for another woman. Her husband gone, her only daughter off to college, Sylvia faces the challenges of learning to live alone and move on with her life.

Vince Wilshire, enchanted with Sylvia, is more than willing to do what it takes to capture the heart of the hurting and untrusting Sylvia.

Can he help her forget the past and make her believe in love again?

Excerpt:

"What is this? Are you guys ganging up on me?" Sylvia ignored the man beside her and glanced in the rear view mirror, checking to make sure her tears hadn't caused any lasting effect.

A warm hand landed on her shoulder and Vince toyed with her hair. "Not at all, I like the idea of entering the building with a gorgeous woman on my arm."

"Right," she protested and stuffed her phone into her purse before turning to stare into his bedroom-brown eyes. The spark in their depths had her reevaluating her impression of the man.

Yes, he had the face and body to rival every other Casanova in the world, but he also had a sense of humor. That alone sent a shiver of awareness through her. She fought the desire gathering in her stomach and waved her hand at him so he'd move out of the way, letting her exit the car. "Did Knox make you wait out here in the parking lot to make sure I would come inside?"

Vince grinned and held her door open while she stepped onto the asphalt. His gaze fell to her legs.

She stared at her new, high-heel, red pumps and silently prayed she wouldn't land face first in the dirt when she tried to walk across the pitted parking lot in them.

A low whistled sounded beside her. "Man, are you ever hot.”

She ignored the comment and didn't turn until she heard the car door slamming closed. "And there's not a woman you've ever met you haven't wanted."

He slapped a hand over his chest. "Oh, you injure me. If I had a beautiful woman like you on my arm, I'd be content for eternity."

"Or until the next pretty face walked by." Sylvia tossed her dark auburn hair off her shoulder and walked toward the front entrance without glancing back. The man is entirely too cocky.

He hurried to her side and slipped his arm through hers. "Not a chance, no woman can compete with you."

Strolling down the grocery aisle, Brooke Janson
spotted a familiar man dressed in black. Garrett Sawyer was the one person in
the world, she didn’t expect to meet, see, or run into in a huge superstore.

Memories flooded through her mind, and she adjusted the
spaghetti strap of her shirt.Unable to
pull her gaze from his lean, muscular frame encased in a black T-shirt and
jeans, she silently wished she’d worn something sexier than an old pair of
jeans and a tank top. She glanced down and remembered what she looked like in
high school when they met.

As an overweight teen, she’d worked hard to get his
attention, had even helped him pass a few classes.They had become friends, and she’d decided he
was everything she ever wanted in a man.

At the end of the school year, he’d left for college.
After graduating, he’d returned. They had reconnected at a party where she
introduced him to her best friend, Janet. They started dating and married not
long after her first year of community college. Sadly, less than a year later,
it ended in a divorce because she cheated on him with one of her classmates.

Suddenly unsure how to handle the situation, she
choked out his name. To her ultimate horror, he turned.

His forehead wrinkled into a frown before he smiled
and pushed his cart down the aisle. “Hello, Brooke.”

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

As autumn comes to the
Winston estate in Ohio, Amber Harrison learns further lessons in her new
position as keeper for the spirits and ghosts who haunt the estate--and further
lessons in love, too. She and her love, Carter Miller, grapple with the fears
and passions of new love, while caught up in the storm of ancient family drama.

This is the second book
in the unfolding saga of the psychics and talents associated with the Winston
estate, a sheltered place where past, present, and future are woven into a
single dramatic tapestry of love and desire. The tale spans multiple
generations, multiple eras, and offers something special for all ages of
reader. A sexy, erotic winner, with an assortment of couples to appeal to most
tastes.Excerpt:

“How long before you install the new cabinets?”

He turned on the ladder. His dark brown eyes
captured her, engulfing her in an encompassing warmth. She melted under his
heated gaze, which ran from the top of her head to the white socks on her feet.
He lifted a brow at her attire, but he didn’t comment on her pink sweat suit.

“With the old cabinets out of the way, I need to
knock down this wall and tear up the flooring. The electrical work is next on
the agenda.” He climbed off the ladder, yanked off his gloves, and slid a hand
through his thick, wavy hair.

“It might be awhile before we install the new
cabinets. Right now, we’re simply working to remove the old stuff so we can
start fresh.” He smiled, which didn’t hide the dark circles under his eyes or the
fatigue in the slump of his shoulders.

“There’s no hurry. If you’re busy with something
else, this can wait until your Dad and Mattie come home next week.”

“No, Dad doesn’t want her dealing with this mess.”
Carter unbuckled his tool belt and placed it on a workbench. “I promised him I’d
have it done.”

“Is Grant helping?” Amber stepped around several
pieces of sheetrock and stray bits of wood, to the bottom of the stairs.

He walked to the backdoor. “Friday, his classes are
over at noon.”

With his hand resting on the doorknob, he appeared
anxious to leave. “I’m headed to lunch, and then I need to drop by the office
for a while. Are you sure you’re okay here by yourself?”

Amber toyed with the idea of saying no. She missed
the taste of his lips and the strength of his arms, but she nodded instead. “Yes,
I’m fine.”

After opening the door, he paused. “I guess I’ll see
you later.”

She waved and turned to head to her room, satisfied she’d
at least gotten him to talk. Her leaden feet trudged up the steps. Unexcited,
she contemplated her latest assignment from the family council. How could she
achieve such an impossible task?